Jiaohua

Chapter 192 86 mouth
However, Guo Ting could vaguely know something about what happened later.

Xia Zhaoyi's body was buried in Meiling, Jiangbei Mountain, which is said to be picturesque and covered with snow all the year round.

Later, I heard that many people raised funds and wanted to ask Yi Shurong to buy Xia Zhaoyi's body. The price was ten thousand taels of gold, but Yi Shurong rejected them all. Know true and false.

Seeing that Guo Ting did not speak, Yang Guanxian continued: "Miss Xia was buried in Qingmei Ridge at that time. Later, Qingmei Ridge suddenly caught fire. It's Miss Xia's grave."

Guo Ting was taken aback: "The place where Miss Xia was buried caught fire?"

"Look, I know you don't know," Yang Guanxian said, "It's really strange that the snow mountain can catch such a big fire, not to mention, Miss Xia's broken body was buried with Shuangxue, but she was buried with Shuangxue. Burned, she was burned to ashes..."

Guo Ting didn't know about this matter at all: "Then, can you find out who did it?"

"It seems that it is her master." Yang Guanxian said.

"That worldly expert? Why did he do this?"

Yang Guanxian shook his head, frowned and said, "How could I know this? Besides, I don't know whether this matter is true or not. I only know that Miss Xia's body was indeed burned, and that Qingmeiling was indeed covered in fire. "

Guo Ting sighed softly, feeling complicated.

"I've been thinking, if that expert did it, then why?" Yang Guanxian said in a low voice, "Why did he travel thousands of miles to the northern border? There is war and barrenness there, and he must have had a hard time in the past. Going there Behind the scenes, it seems that they did not seek revenge on Yi Shurong, but just burned Miss Xia's body... I have thought about it for a long time, but I can't figure out why."

"Then don't think about it," Guo Ting said, "You read less of these books, less study of heresy, and when you are really asked to go to astrology and divination, you can't see why."

"This is great wisdom." Yang Guanxian straightened his back.

"You have a big belly." Guo Ting pointed to his fat waistline.

Yang Guanxian shook his head: "I can't tell you, but now I just don't know where to find this Ali."

"If she is really the one from Peifeng, she must not show up, and we won't see her either." Guo Ting said.

"Then tell me..." Yang Guanxian looked at Guo Ting, "Should I tell him about my guess?"

Guo Ting paused, knowing who the "he" he was talking about was.

"I can't make the decision, you can ask the shopkeeper, but he probably doesn't even know that Miss Xia's coffin was burned to the ground." Guo Ting said.

"Oh," Yang Guanxian sighed and shook his head, "It's so sad."

Guo Ting looked at the night outside the window, got up and said: "I have to go, if I go back later, I may not be able to catch up with tomorrow's morning class."

"We still need to pay more attention to this girl." Yang Guanxian said.

"Okay." Guo Ting replied.

He turned around to leave, his eyes casually passed by, but he saw the painting on the other side of the study.

To be precise, it's not a painting, there are models on it, but this model...is a small coffin made of paper.

The painting is very large, like a map, with several desks pieced together underneath, and the small coffins on the painting are grouped together, nearly a hundred of them.

Guo Ting couldn't help but said, "You are..."

He looked back at Yang Guanxian with a little horror in his eyes.

"This," Yang Guanxian said with a smile, "These are coffins."

"You look good, what are you doing with these in the study?" Guo Ting really couldn't understand.

"Where is it?" Yang Guanxian walked over, picked up a small coffin made of paper, and said, "There are 86 people here."

"86? So?"

"Do you still have an impression of the Qiao family in Nantang County, Zhaozhou?" Yang Guanxian said, "The one who escaped and asked the people in the city to serve as scapegoats for them."

Guo Ting understood: "The 86 coffins that floated down by the Kuozhou River are all from Qiao's family."

Yang Guanxian put the coffin back and said, "It took me a lot of effort to do this."

"How many years ago did this happen, what are you doing with these things?"

"No way, that's all I like," Yang Guanxian smiled, looked at the pictures, and said, "Besides, I checked and found some interesting things."

"What fun?"

"You'd better go back, this is my own business." Yang Guanxian didn't want to say it.

Guo Ting was not interested either, so he nodded and said goodbye.

Early the next morning, the sky was gloomy, and it seemed that it was going to rain, and the sky and the earth were stuffy.

The first thing to break the tranquility was the sound of crying and cursing from behind the Huiping Inn.

"I've been thief, I've been thief!"

Neighbors who got up early all around heard the sound and ran over.

The woman wept bitterly and cursed angrily, "I've been thieves!"

A little beggar pushed through the crowd: "Let's go, let's go!"

Others beat and scolded him in disgust, the little beggar endured the kicking and beating, and said to the woman: "A hero brought me a bag and said that someone else stole it, but I have to ask you, what exactly did you lose? "

Everyone paused and looked at the little beggar.

The woman hurriedly wiped away her tears: "What hero?"

"It's a hero." The little beggar showed an impatient expression, "Hurry up and tell me what you lost. If you are right, I will give it to you. If you are wrong, I have to ask other people. Nothing was lost."

When the others heard this, they hurriedly urged the woman to speak quickly.

The woman thought for a while, and reported some lost things.

The little beggar couldn't remember what he heard, so he went over and said, "Is this the jade bracelet you're talking about?"

When the woman saw it, she snatched it away, and said happily: "Yes, yes, these clothes should also be mine."

But she didn't open it, and it was really inconvenient to count some personal belongings under the eyes of so many people.

The woman looked at the little beggar with tears and a smile: "Who is that hero, and what is his name?"

The little beggar shook his head and said, "I don't know either. I have to go now. That hero told you to be careful in the future."

The woman thanked her repeatedly.

The little beggar turned and ran away.

After going around a few courtyards, the little beggar stopped and said to the boy who was waiting there: "I'll just say what you said, do you think it's okay?"

Xia Zhaoyi nodded and asked, "Who are the neighbors around here? Are there any better-dressed people?"

The little beggar shook his head: "I checked carefully, and there is nothing. No one came out of the backyard of the pawnshop you mentioned."

"Here." Xia Zhaoyi handed over ten copper coins.

The little beggar happily took it over.

"The capital is under martial law recently, is it inconvenient for you to ask?"

The little beggar counted the copper coins, raised his head and said, "Yes."

"What about changing places?"

The little beggar paused, thought for a while, and said, "By the way, there is something, can I offer you a price? This news is quite interesting."

(End of this chapter)